Today I took my little dog Mickey for a walk in the snow. He doesn't get out much in the winter because it's so cold, but it finally got above zero so we went for it! He loves the fresh air and all the smnells outside.
We weren't out for 5 minutes when I noticed him picking his paws up in sequence ... front left, front right, back left, back right. Then he LIMPED when he walked.
His little pads were hurting because of the ice and packed snow! I really hate Minnesota sometimes.
I carried him around the yard for the rest of our walk so he could enjoy being outside without freezing his pads.
:-(
About Me
- Wendy. They call me seabass.
- I was born a poor black girl in the deep south in the early 1940s. My father was a cotton farmer and my mother was a maid. No, no wait -- that's the beginning to The Color Purple. My bad.
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